cricket meditates ~ haiku

cricket meditates
considers silence of loss
broken by dry leaves


September 11th brings to me a need to write something about the loss of that day in 2001,
but each year I find myself at a loss for words. All I have for today is this haiku.


Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #101 Photoshopping Haiku “Cricket Silence”
asks us to revise the following haiku:

cricket silence
between scraping sounds
autumn begins
© Jane Reichhold

Image source: The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Earthworm and Cricket, by Kitagawa Utamaro

This Bitter Pill ~ quadrille

This Bitter Pill

That the cure is our demise
lies between hope and fear,
dear though we hold our home.

Are we the plague,
the ague that chills all hope,
the dope that drains all life?

To achieve tranquility,
must we become dust?
Must we be gone?

This second quadrille for the prompt from Lillian at dVerse … the most beautiful words are … (to write a quadrille [a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme] using tranquility) – came to me after Merril’s comment on Till There Is Nothing – “I hope Earth will live as the Blue Planet, even if we make it uninhabitable for ourselves.”

Image source: Wikimedia Commons (Earth seen from Apollo 17)

Till There Is Nothing ~ quadrille

Till There Is Nothing

Must it be, to find tranquility,
our search must be beyond
the reach of hands that spoil
the land till there is nothing
more than barren waste?
We hasten our demise, the seas
and forests soon like the moon,
little more than a dream.

My mind immediately turned to the Sea of Tranquility when I saw the prompt from Lillian at dVerse … the most beautiful words are … which is to write a quadrille (a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme) using tranquility.

Image: full moon, 22 November 2018